I hate being so sensitive. I hate being able to detect the slightest change in the way people message me, or talk to me, or look at me. I hate overthinking about it for the whole night. I hate when I can feel someone is slowly losing interest in me.

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I hate being so sensitive. I hate being able to detect the slightest change in the way people message me, or talk to me, or look at me. I hate overthinking about it for the whole night. I hate when I can feel someone is slowly losing interest in me.
please don鈥檛 send me mixed signals, i barely even understand direct ones.
It's crazy how you thought you knew this person but in reality you don't. Behind closed doors they act so different and talk badly about you
You didn't upgrade boy. She's still a side piece and you're still a cheater馃ケ
How do you tell someone "I鈥檓 not ignoring you, I鈥檓 just disconnected from reality right now and the days are all blurred together and I feel completely apathetic towards everyone/everything around me so it's really hard for me to maintain a conversation" without saying that?
Sorry for not being the daughter you wanted me to be mom and dad..
i thought i was gonna be dead before i turn 18 and now im 24 and have no idea what im doing with my life
sometimes I just get so sick and tired of fighting just to survive.
I write, because I talked to people and they belittled my feelings.
So many relationships could be saved if people set their pride aside, apologized, and actually changed their behaviour.
My childhood trauma didn't make me stronger. it made me a people pleaser. it made me forgive way too much. it made me not speak when i'm supposed to. it made me an extreme empath.
you witness me, out of breath, bleeding, like an animal with no words. human. you tell me that it is a weakness that i feel so deeply - that my sensitivity will be my downfall. that i am broken beyond repair, but you have failed to see the truth in my vulnerability. i am not broken because i am fragile, i am fragile because i have been broken, but i am a mosaic of all the times i have pieced myself back together. something like that takes a kind of strength not everyone will understand.
seyda noir
apologies are pointless to me now. change your ways or get the fuck outta my way.
Officially in my quiet era i don't have much to say about anything anymore it is what it is and life goes on